Painful Love (Painful Love)

Pick you up at home

Tsamara choked as her net read a message sent by someone. He coughed loudly to make the mother immediately pour drinking water into the glass, then thrust it in front of the beloved child.

"Be careful when you eat, son." Sekar patted Tsamara's back. "Again, why are you choking like this anyway? Who's the message from who made you cough so hard."

Tsamara still coughed loudly, her beautiful eyeballs flushed red and watery because it hurt when something came in, but not into the throat but into the esophagus.

Oh, my God, why would he come to this house? What if Papa and Mama find out, can they do the business? tsamara in his heart.

After feeling better and there was not a single grain of rice sitting in the esophagus, then Tsamara said, "Sorry, Ma, Pa, I was not careful when eating to cause you to be disturbed."

Fahmi squinted a sharp eye at the child, slightly suspicious of Tsamara's strange glare. What is my son really hiding? Why do I feel like the incoming message that Tsamara just read is from someone. Could it be my son ...?

I can't be so bad thinking about Tsamara before there's hard evidence. Even if it turns out that there is a man approaching my daughter, I will not let the man easily get a diamond of no value like my beloved son, the inner Fahmi.

Then Fahmi said, "Eat it next time be careful. Not because a message makes you almost dead from your carelessness, Tsa!"

Somehow the words made Tania's kudu feather goosebumps for a moment. The sharp eyes looked like a wild beast ready to pounce on its prey. A cold tone of voice with a flat, expressionless face.

Does Papa suspect me? ask Tsamara in your heart. However, he immediately removed the prejudice.

"Papa, don't talk like that! The child is in trouble even diomelin!" Sekar reprimanded his beloved husband because the man's speech seemed to be unpleasant to hear by the ears. As the woman who conceived and gave birth to Tsamara into this world at the risk of life, of course she did not accept anyone else discussing death especially that person was her own husband.

Tsamara glanced at Sekar and Fahmi alternately. Not wanting a third war in the luxurious mansion involving her parents, the girl got up from the chair after spending half a glass of water to wet her throat.

"Pa, Ma, I'm full. Oh yeah, I just remembered if this morning there was an appointment to see Doctor Fatma. Then I'll go first." Tsamara walked up to the seat of his parents, kissing the back of his hands as well as the cheeks of Fahmi and Sekar. "Assalamu a'laikum."

Without much ado, Tsamara hurried to leave her parents before hearing them return greetings from her. I don't know, he was so afraid that Fahmi would know that in front of the gate there was already a male figure waiting for Gibran's only daughter with mixed feelings like nano candy.

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In great haste, Tsamara walked half-run towards the gate. He even ignored some domestic assistants and gardeners who were then assigned by Sekar to take care of plants in the house or rather a luxurious palace for the Gibran family.

Tsamara further accelerated his pace when he saw a car parked not far from the gate of the Gibran family residence.

Looking to the right and left, making sure there were no Fahmi or the papa man trailing from behind. When he felt safe, he got into the car. "Why pick me up at home? If you get caught, Papa, how? You're not afraid of being beaten up by my parents?" sumpul Tsamara while putting sling bag, doctor suit and one file map to the back seat. The look in the girl's eyes showed her dislike for the reckless attitude of the man next to her.

Instead of feeling guilty, the oriental-faced man instead smirked like an idiot. "It's good that if your father finds out, it means I can freely approach his beautiful first daughter."

Tsamara managed to catch her breath from running a marathon like being chased by demons. "Don't talk recklessly, Doctor Yudhis! The universe will hear your words and grant your words, how?" hit the girl with a fire.

The smile on Yudhistira's face grew wider, leading Tsamara to think that the man's head was bumped and causing his peers to look like crazy. In this precarious situation, it could be the man who for the past three months always accompanied him in times of joy and sorrow and always comforting when recalling the betrayal committed by the ex-husband.

"No problem! Just let the universe grant my prayers until I can meet your famous killer and stern Papa" Yudhistira replied as he turned on the engine of his vehicle. He stepped on the gas pedal and drove the car away from elite housing in the Central Jakarta area.

"Mas, why are you daydreaming here? Not going to the office?" Sekar patted Fahmi's shoulder, who was standing on his back to the entrance to the balcony. The man's hand touched the balcony railing while looking straight ahead.

Fahmi turned to the source of the voice. A middle-aged woman who for twenty-four years faithfully accompanied him in a difficult moment was staring at him with question marks.

"Today I work at home, Ma. Putting all the work to Hans. I want to rest with you."

Sekar smiled sweetly while following where the husband looked. "Yes, you better go inside. Too long standing here, I'm afraid you catch a cold."

Fahmi nodded weakly, obeying the words of his beloved wife. Why did it feel like I saw Tsamara get in that car? However, if only it were true, who would he go with? Why impressed was hiding something to me, the inner five-star hotel owner scattered almost all over the archipelago.

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